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SARAHThe room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner. The party had ended hours ago, leaving the house in an eerie calm. I sat cross-legged on my bed, my back resting against the headboard. A sense of victory pulsed through me, steady and reassuring, like a beat I hadn’t heard in years.The recorder in my hand felt heavier now, though it wasn’t from its weight. I pressed play again, letting Isabella’s shaky voice fill the silence.“Of course I did it! You think I care about anyone but myself? Sarah doesn’t deserve Marco, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep them apart!”I paused the tape and leaned my head back, a small, satisfied smile tugging at my lips. That moment earlier—the look on Isabella’s face when her own words turned against her—played on a loop in my mind. The way her jaw dropped, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for a way to escape. And then, the best part: her sprinting out of the house like a thief caught red-handed.It felt… good. N
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SARAHIt had been a week since the party, and I still wasn’t over my “anger”—not completely, anyway. Okay, maybe I was, but Marco didn’t need to know that just yet. I wanted to enjoy the little game we had going on. He’d been relentless in his efforts to apologize, and honestly, I was having way too much fun watching him grovel.I got up and started my usual morning cleaning routine.Starting in the living room, I fluffed the pillows and wiped down the coffee table. My thoughts drifted, as they often did lately, to Marco. He had always been a proud man—too proud sometimes. But this past week, he’d been on a mission to win me back, and his creative attempts were something else.This morning, it seemed, was no exception.As I moved to dust the shelves, I noticed a yellow sticky note stuck to the edge of a photo frame.“Good morning, my queen. The house isn’t as bright as your smile, but it’ll do. – M.”I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips. “Really, Marco?”
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SARAHI woke up to the soft morning light spilling through the curtains, the room still quiet except for the faint sound of birds chirping outside. Stretching lazily, I blinked a few times before sitting up in bed, my mind already running through the usual morning routine. First stop—tidying up my room.I got to work, straightening the sheets, fluffing the pillows, and organizing the random pile of books and trinkets on my bedside table. I made a mental note to dust later, even though I knew Martha would probably insist I let her do it.Once I was satisfied, I headed to the bathroom. The mirror greeted me with my slightly disheveled reflection, and I smiled at the sight. My hair was a mess, and I had pillow creases on my cheek, but I didn’t mind. Turning on the shower, I let the warm water wash over me, refreshing my sleepy mind.After drying off, I wrapped myself in a towel and returned to the mirror. That’s when I noticed it—the subtle but undeniable curve of my belly. My baby bump.
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MARCOI sat at my desk, flipping through the reports for the latest quarter. The numbers looked solid—better than I’d expected. The global expansion of our shipping operations had finally paid off. Efficiency had improved in almost every region, profits had doubled in others, and even the problem areas we’d been struggling with for years were starting to stabilize. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t staring at a disaster waiting to be fixed. No fires to put out, no sleepless nights wondering where I’d gone wrong. It felt… good. Better than good. I leaned back in my chair, letting the satisfaction sink in for a moment.It wasn’t just about the money. Sure, the profits were a nice bonus, but this was about proving something to myself. That I could still do this, still build something that worked, even when everything else in my life felt like it was teetering on the edge of collapse. I wasn’t going to let the cracks spread. Not this time.I flipped another page, jot
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SARAHI curled up on the couch, my feet tucked under me as I searched for something to watch. It had been a long day, and all I wanted was to unwind. Flipping through the streaming options, I settled on a lighthearted anime I’d seen a few clips of online. Within minutes, I was already laughing at the silly humor and over-the-top characters.Resting my hand on my growing belly, I smiled, feeling a wave of warmth spread through me. “Do you like this too, little one?” I asked softly, glancing down. “Is it funny to you?” The thought of my baby growing up and maybe loving the same silly things I did made me giggle. It was such a wholesome, peaceful moment that I wished I could bottle it up.I was halfway through the first episode when I heard the sound of the front door opening. I turned my head and smiled instinctively as Marco walked in. As always, he looked effortlessly put together—his black button-up shirt fit him perfectly, and his presence seemed to fill the room the second he stepp
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SARAHI stepped out of the shower, the warm steam clinging to my skin as I wrapped myself in a soft towel. For a moment, I let myself just stand there, the quiet hum of the bathroom fan filling the silence. Tonight felt… different. It wasn’t like we hadn’t gone out before, but something about the way Marco had asked, about the way he looked at me earlier, felt new.My eyes drifted to the clock on the wall. It was nearly eight. Marco had been very clear about the time—unusually clear, in fact. I smiled to myself, shaking my head. He always had this way of making even the smallest details seem important, and tonight, it seemed, was no exception.I dried off quickly, slipping into my robe before beginning my routine. My hands moved automatically—cleansing, moisturizing, brushing back my damp hair. As I worked, my thoughts wandered. It had been a while since we’d done something like this, just the two of us. Life had felt so… busy. Sometimes, it felt like we were more like two people shar
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SARAHWe pulled up to the entrance of the art house, and my breath hitched. The entire area was lit up with golden lights, the long red carpet stretching out in front of the grand building like something out of a movie. People in elegant gowns and tailored suits moved about, and the buzz of cameras clicking filled the air.Marco stepped out first, his expression calm and unreadable. As he walked to my side of the car and opened the door, I could already hear the rising chatter of reporters and the flashes of paparazzi cameras going wild.“Marco! Over here!”“Who’s the lady with you tonight?”“Marco, can we get a statement about—”“Mr. DeLuca, just one photo!”The voices were endless, overlapping and relentless. Marco ignored them completely, his focus solely on me as he held out his hand.“Ready?” he asked, his tone as steady as ever.I nodded, slipping my hand into his and stepping out. The second my heel touched the carpet, I felt the weight of a hundred eyes on me. The cameras shif
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SARAHThe rest of the event passed in a blur, but my mind wasn’t in the room anymore. It was stuck on Marco.His words lingered in my head like an echo I couldn’t shake. That flower—The Eternal Bloom. His determination to get it, the way his voice had cut through the air when he placed those bids, the confidence in his tone. And then that moment when he turned to me, just for a second, his eyes softening in a way that made my heart trip over itself.Why did he care so much about it? Why did he want it so badly? Was it just about the rarity, the prestige of owning something so unique? Or was it… was it about the legend?I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. Marco sat calmly, his expression unreadable as always, but I couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it.And then, my own thoughts started betraying me. Why did I feel this warmth when I looked at him? Why did I feel like my heart was caught in a vice every time he was near? This wasn’t the first time he’d surprised me
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MARCOAs we moved closer to the warehouse, the world around us shifted. No more breathing room. No more second chances. I lifted my hand, fingers moving in sharp signals the team knew by heart. Petrov and Gio broke off fast, slipping into the tree line to handle the chaos. Their job was simple: create enough noise, enough blood, to keep Marcel’s eyes off me. My job was simpler. Get to Sarah. Bring her home.I moved ahead, leading my half of the team. Tony and Denis stayed tight behind me, heading toward the wing where Denis swore they kept her. The woods around us swallowed the sound of our boots, every step careful, every move sharp. The cold night clung to my skin, biting a little, but I welcomed it. It kept me awake. It kept me locked in.Up ahead, a small light flickered behind a tree line. I crouched low, holding my fist up to stop the others. Two guards patrolled near the inner fence, walking lazy, rifles slung low, no care in their step.I looked at Tony and jerked my chin towa
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MARCOThe safehouse stank of sweat and gun oil. It had been a day now. One long, heavy day. I stood over the table, arms braced against the wood, staring down at the maps, the grainy photos, the scribbled notes we had piled together. Every street, every guard rotation, every weak spot Marcel thought he hid. It was all laid out in front of me like a body waiting for burial.The guys were scattered around the room, geared up. Tony sat sharpening a knife that didn’t need sharpening. Gio leaned against the wall, checking his pistol again and again. Petrov stood by the window, looking out like he expected hell to pull up in a car. Denis was at the far end of the table, hands flat, answering the last of our questions like a man who knew his life depended on it. It did.“Alright,” I said, my voice steady even if everything inside me was screaming. “One more time.”I tapped the map with the tip of my finger. “We roll in here. Two SUVs. No fancy shit. We stay fast, clean. Denis says the east f
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ISABELLAI sat near the window with a half-full glass of wine, legs crossed, posture easy. Outside, the yard stretched quiet under soft light, the fences glowing under the dim wash of security lamps. The wind barely moved. Even the trees felt too still. It looked like peace, but it wasn’t. It was something else. Something pretending to be calm.Behind me, Marcel was laughing, his voice bouncing off the walls like this place was some damn hotel and not the cage it really was. Two of his men stood with him, drinking, cracking jokes like they didn’t have a care in the world. That’s what bothered me. They weren’t tense like they used to be. There was no edge in the air. No clipped words or extra rounds being loaded. Just pride. Stupid, loud pride.Marcel turned a bit, speaking louder now, wanting me to hear. “You know what I think?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He never does. “I think Marco’s done. Crawled into whatever hole he came out of, dragging his tail behind him. Wallowing in that
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SARAHThe cold woke me before the pain did. My body was already curled tight, but it didn’t help. The chill still found its way into my bones, into my stomach, into everything. I tried to stretch, just a little, but my back screamed and my legs cramped. My head throbbed with that dull pressure that never really left. I didn’t even open my eyes right away. I just laid there, breathing through it, waiting for the nausea to pass.I was starving. And still, the idea of food made my stomach twist. It wasn’t just the baby. It was the food they brought. Cold, bland, rough like they’d scraped it off the bottom of a pan and tossed it at me out of pity. Or worse, duty. I’d thrown it up more than once. Now I just took small bites and held it down as long as I could. My throat stayed dry. My mouth too. I’d started cutting what little food I got into pieces, counting the bites like that somehow helped. It didn’t. But it gave me something to do, something to control.I turned onto my side slowly. T
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MARCOThe city was already buzzing by the time I stepped into the club. Word had spread like it always did when there was fire involved. Loud. Messy. Unavoidable. The warehouse attack I sent Gio on didn’t just go up in smoke, it sent the exact message I wanted it to, just the one we wanted out there.I kept my head down as I moved past the crowd. Familiar faces, familiar noise. A few of my guys were already drinking like nothing happened, laughing like we hadn’t just made the loudest move in weeks. All part of the script. They were playing their roles. I was about to play mine.I slid into the usual booth in the back. Dark corner. Good view of the whole room. I threw my coat beside me and knocked on the table once. Bartender looked over, already moving.“Double,” I said when he got close, tapping the glass down like I needed it more than air. “And don’t stop unless I say.”Tony was leaning against the wall by the booth, arms crossed, eyes scanning the floor. He always looked like he w
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MARCOThe room was quiet. Real quiet. The kind where you can hear someone blink. Denis sat across from me, hands on his knees, eyes low. Petrov leaned against the wall, arms crossed, jaw clenched. Tony stood by the window, one hand in his pocket, the other tapping the frame like he couldn’t stand still.I didn’t say much. I just stared at Denis. Made him squirm a little. He knew what was expected.“You can start talking,” I finally said.His head jerked up like I pulled him out of a bad dream. He looked at each of us. Then down again.“Alright,” he muttered. “I’ll talk.”He took a breath. Then it all started pouring out.“Marcel’s base isn’t at the club. That’s just his face. The real spot’s a compound in the industrial zone, the one behind the fake textile plant. Everything happens there. The trucks, the drops, the meetings.”I didn’t move. I kept watching him. Trying to see if he was holding anything back.“There’s a basement setup. Clean. Sealed. That’s where he’s keeping her. Sara
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MARCELThe city looked soft from up here. All that noise, all that movement, and still, it bowed. I stood at the window in my suite, cup in hand, nothing but silence around me. That was the kind of power I liked. Quiet. Steady. It meant everything was still running how I wanted it.The espresso was hot, bitter, smooth. Just how I liked it. The robe hung loose on my shoulders. I didn’t need armor in my own kingdom. Marco was definitely out there throwing tantrums, yelling into the wind, kicking at doors no one opened. He thought if he made enough noise, something would shake loose. But that’s all it was, noise. His people were scrambling. Mine were planted.I set the cup down as I went to freshen up. I had a meeting to attend. The new head of the Rossi family.. young, loud, trying to act like he had his brother's shoes on, but everyone in the room could see the fit was wrong. He needed to be reminded who still ran the rhythm of this city.I picked a black suit. Simple. Heavy fabric. N
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MARCOI stared at the dartboard across the room. Three darts were stuck in it. One near the bullseye, two scattered like they were thrown without care. I hadn’t touched it in a week. Didn’t feel like playing games. Not until we had something real.The room was quiet, just the sound of the coffee pot clicking under the small warmer. I poured myself a cup, black, no sugar. I needed to stay sharp. Petrov said he had gotten Denis, I could feel it. Something about tonight told me this was it. This was the closest I had been to getting Sarah back.I cracked my knuckles and leaned on the edge of the table, still staring at that board. One dart for Denis. One for Marcel. One for Isabella. That last one would get replaced soon, maybe with a blade. I smiled at that thought.A knock came at the door. I didn’t even turn around.“Yeah?”It was one of the guys from the main floor. “Boss. Petrov’s back. He says he’s downstairs. Dungeon.”I took one more sip of coffee and nodded. “Alright. Let’s go s
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PETROVThe engine was quiet, but I still kept my foot light on the brake. Sitting in an unmarked black car in the middle of a warehouse lot at night ain’t glamorous. It’s cold, it’s slow, and you’ve gotta know how to sit in silence without letting it eat you up.Gio sat beside me, chewing on a toothpick. He didn’t say much. That’s why I liked him. Good eyes, sharper hands. One of Marco’s quiet soldiers, but sharp enough to make noise when it counted.I flicked the ash of my cigarette out the half-cracked window. The smoke stayed low inside the car, curling slow, the way my thoughts moved when I was on a tail. We weren’t here to guess. We were here to read the pattern.“He’s in there,” I muttered. “Warehouse across the lot. Denis. Carrying a duffel. No escort.”Gio nodded once. Didn’t need to speak. He knew what that meant. For a guy like Denis, showing up solo? Out of place. Logistics men don’t walk around without backup unless they’re doing something they ain’t supposed to.“Somethin
